Quotes About Companionship

Books are cold but safe friends.

Djali trotted along behind them, so overjoyed at seeing Gringoire again that she constantly made him stumble by affectionately putting her horns between his legs. 'That's life,' said the philosopher, each time he narrowly escaped falling flat on his face. 'It's often our best friends who cause our downfall.

His mind could do without faith, but his heart could not do without friendship.

Thus those two beings, so exclusively and touchingly devoted, who had lived so long for each other alone, came to suffer side by side, each through the other, without ever speaking of the matter, without reproaches, each wearing a smile.

He had a small but well stocked library. He loved books; books are a remote but reliable friend.

Books are remote but reliable friends.

Vénérons le chien. Le chien (quel drôle de bête!), a sa sueur sur sa langue et son sourire dans sa queue.

He loved books; books are cold but safe friends. In

Books are cold, but sure friends indeed.

He always took his meals alone, with an open book before him, which he read. He had a well-selected little library. He loved books; books are cold but safe friends. In

When Cosette went out with him, she leaned on his arm, proud, happy, her heart full to overflowing. Jean

He understood how to sit down and hold his peace for long hours beside the man who had lost the wife of his love

É por isso que me dou muito bem com ele. Ajeitou-se a todas as minhas rugas, não me incomoda nada, moldou-se a todas as minhas disformidades, é complacente com todos os meus movimentos; só o sinto porque me aquece. Os fatos velhos são como os velhos amigos.

Alone is overrated," he said simply.

and she smiles at me, my best friend, with her long, tangled blond hair and thick eyelashes and her smile that lights up any room. My other half. The girl who took my hand all those years ago and didn't let go until she had to.

They had been friends in the way that only girls could be - they wore each other's clothes and slept at each other's houses and told each other every little secret. They promised to always stay friends.

Alone is overrated," he said simply.

Guys would come and go; girlfriends were forever. They knew that.

Best friends forever. They'd believed it would last, that vow, that someday they'd be old women, sitting in their rocking chairs on a creaking desk, talking about the times of their lives, and laughing...

This book is dedicated to "us." The girls. Friends who see one another through the hard times, big and small, year in and year out.

After so many solitary years, spent tucked away in convents and forgotten in boarding schools, Isabelle never took for granted the fact that now she had friends, people whom she cared about and who cared about her.

Best friends forever. They'd believed it would last, that vow, that someday they'd be old women, sitting in their rocking chairs on a creaking deck, talking about the times of their lives, and laughing. Now she knew better, of course. For more than a year she'd been telling herself it was okay, that she could go on without a best friend. Sometimes she even believed it.

Her brother giggled. Kate rolled her eyes and went upstairs. It was so lame. How could her brother laugh at the same stupid joke every day? The answer came as quickly as the question had: because he had friends. Life with friends made everything easier.

Somewhere in your class is the girl who will be friends with you all through high school. I promise. You just have to find her.